The Manchester Road Race: A 4.748 Mile Thanksgiving Parade

Manchester, CT: November, 2017 Unlike further inland, the trees of the coastal northeast retain their leaves a bit later – the crunchy, half-shriveled ones that look as if they were photographed in sepia tone and make a scrape when they finally fall onto the pavement and blow across serpentine Connecticut lanes between century old stoneContinue reading “The Manchester Road Race: A 4.748 Mile Thanksgiving Parade”

A Storm at Sea and a Snake in the Tree: A Race around Clearwater

Clearwater, FL: May, 2019 Uncle Gabe lived with his greyhound rescue, Archie, in northern St. Petersburg, toward the back of a mid-century block pleasantly shaded by gargantuan oaks.  It’s a testament to these trees that they survived the post-air conditioning sprawl that created this and other areas of its age.  The neighborhood also held ontoContinue reading “A Storm at Sea and a Snake in the Tree: A Race around Clearwater”

Lost Shoes, Gained Perspective: Two Columbus Marathon Stories

Columbus, OH: October 2014/October 2019 The morning of my first attempt at the Columbus Marathon, I woke on Derek’s couch at five AM and immediately began slinking around trying not to make much noise, a difficult ordeal in the dark even with the foresight of attaching the bib to my shirt the night prior.  ChompingContinue reading “Lost Shoes, Gained Perspective: Two Columbus Marathon Stories”

Bourbon Chase Pt 3: Sunrise with the Horses

Lexington, KY: October, 2018 (This post is a continuation of this one and this one)  “I have a problem” Alonso said as we packed the van by flashlight, breathing out misty rings like a smoker’s exhale.  The temperature had dropped with the rain and the early morning was biting cold but at least dry.  “IContinue reading “Bourbon Chase Pt 3: Sunrise with the Horses”

Bourbon Chase Pt. 2: Midnight in Danville

Danville, KY: October, 2018 (Part one, in which we stay in the worst hotel ever and then run through three distilleries, is here) (Part three, AKA the finale, in which we run in the dark some more and then eat a lot, is here) Danville High School students do not have school on the FridayContinue reading “Bourbon Chase Pt. 2: Midnight in Danville”

Bourbon Chase Pt. 1: Making Our Mark

Bardstown, KY: October, 2018 (Part two, in which we run at midnight in the rain and then sleep on a gym floor, is here) I crested the last hill onto the main drive into the distillery after running seven miles along a thin thread of asphalt through rolling horse farms, separated from me by hedgerowsContinue reading “Bourbon Chase Pt. 1: Making Our Mark”

Strychnine and Soulard: The Go! St. Louis Half Marathon

St. Louis, MO: April, 2018 The Metrolink was as efficient early Sunday morning as it was throughout the weekend.  The last station before crossing the river was steps from the starting line and allowed us to arrive fairly close to the beginning of the race to avoid getting too cold, the temperature below thirty asContinue reading “Strychnine and Soulard: The Go! St. Louis Half Marathon”

Semi-Local Beer and a Psychedelic Jungle Gym: St. Louis by Night

St. Louis, MO: April, 2018 (Continued from here, St. Louis Half Marathon race report here) There is a large European-owned brewery in one corner of what used to be a bit of a company town.  The name Busch on half of the city notwithstanding, the corporate beer centric economy of the city’s twentieth century leftContinue reading “Semi-Local Beer and a Psychedelic Jungle Gym: St. Louis by Night”

The Gateway Arch and Frank Sinatra’s Soup: St. Louis By Day

St. Louis, MO – April, 2018 Like Twain’s caravan takeoff point in Roughing It, many trips west first take shape in Missouri. I had been through the state briefly, at sixteen, on a trip to the Rockies and beyond.  My family pulled off at the exit nearest the arch and we stood, necks craned upward,Continue reading “The Gateway Arch and Frank Sinatra’s Soup: St. Louis By Day”

Charleston Islands: February at the Beach and my Not-So Olympic Gold

Charleston, SC – February, 2018 James Island: I wasn’t used to watching the Winter Olympics accompanied by an open window and a warm breeze. In fact, I associate the games with being snowed into a college apartment during Vancouver in 2010.  Roads were impassible so several of us made our way to the beverage shop,Continue reading “Charleston Islands: February at the Beach and my Not-So Olympic Gold”